Mafia's Pious Addiction|| KTH FF📕

✿ Ep 9: A surrendered heart

|A tale of love and faith|

Vianna's POV:

I glanced at my watch__12 p.m. Another day had begun, and I hadn't even noticed. Today felt special, yet ordinary. My heartbeat was quickening, each breath growing shallow with every passing second. A journey I had never cared about before was now calling me__a journey to explore myself.

Our car moved toward a mosque I had never seen in my life. I wondered what it would look like. The life I had been living made me realize how much darkness had seeped into my soul. I had been chained, my heart clutched, my mind restless__but looking at myself now, I felt precious, protected, safe, and at peace. Questions that had haunted me since birth were silent. I hadn't imagined my life could turn in a way that would bring such yearning peace.

The off-white silk covering me gave me a strange, empowering audacity. I could walk confidently now. I felt...good.

I had always worn tight, revealing clothes, thinking they would give me confidence. I had been wrong. Now, I felt stronger, more secure, in covering. My hair, usually loose, was tied in a bun; my head covered. And for the first time, I felt no discomfort. The man beside me had asked me once to trust him__and I would, with all my heart.

"We are here, Vianna," Jimin's calm voice broke through my thoughts. I turned toward him. He was smiling.

Ahead, I saw the mosque. A grand flight of stairs led to a brown gate, adorned with golden embellishments. I looked back at Jimin; he waited for my assurance. I nodded, and he understood. I wanted this. I wanted to change. My heart no longer questioned me__the presence of this person beside me was enough to break the chains around it.

We stepped out of the car, and my steps carried me toward the beautiful structure. Huge and white, its exterior commanded attention. They called it a mosque. Something inside me pulled me forward.

"May we?" Jimin asked. I looked up at him and nodded, and together, we ascended the stairs. He always sought my permission before acting. My heart raced, my body trembled, yet my mind was calm, steady.

We reached the big door, already open. I wondered why it was unlocked at this hour.

"You cannot go inside with heels, Vana. It's a sacred place. You must remove your shoes," Jimin said, his voice carrying respect.

I nodded, unsure of the custom. In church, we never removed our shoes.

"You can place them there," he guided, pointing to a shoe rack in the corner. I removed my heels and placed them neatly. Jimin bent to remove his white shoes as well. His sincerity struck me, and I smiled quietly to myself.

His face always remained calm, even in challenging moments. Soft, gentle, caring__he made me curious about his religion. I wanted to understand what it taught him, and Haya too. Haya, with all her anger, never forgot what her faith had instructed her.

I remembered a time when she had discussed it with Jimin, and he had explained patiently.

"Remember Haya what our Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) taught us about anger..He said..." My ears stand attentively.

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"The strong man is not the one who can overpower others in physical strength. Rather, the strong man is the one who controls himself when he is angry."
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"I will remember this Jimin and try my best" I smiled after listening to them but never forget what he taught her.

Though I wasn't extreme in my anger, I had never ignored it entirely.